The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1887-02-18
A BAD MAN,
AND A WHooPER FROM THE LAND OF
TERRORS.
How His wild Career Came 20 An On
timely End.

was afraid of him, and when one night
at the bar of the "Sunset Casino" he
boosted of having killed twenty-seven
men up on the Kansas border he was
unanimously set down by his hearers
as "holy terror" whom it would be
dangerous to fool with
"Yaas!' he cried, striking the bar
with his fist, "I've killed twenty-seven
men up on the Kansas border, and the
first galoot that looks cross-eyed at NELL
be my meat!
All hands looked forward with their
eyes as straight rs possible, and a pain
full silence fell upon the room. Mike
saw the impression his words had made,
and jerking out his six-shooter he clev-
erly shot away the neck of !" bitters "
bottle which stood on shelf behind
the bar. The "tarantula-juice" dis
penser smiled sweetly, as though such
sport pleased him, and Mike began to
shoot out the lights. Then he walked
out, mounted his pony, and rode up
and down the town yelling like Com
manche. He gave similar exhibitions
whenever he visited town, and although
other men were arrested and heavily
fined by the local magistrate for less
offenses. Mike was never bothered, and
after awhile he got it into his head that
he was really "hard, bad man from
Bitter Creek"
About three miles from the temper
airy ranch where Mike was holding his
small nerd of COWS was ranger camp.
One morning at roll-call the comman-
der of the scouts detailed scout we'll
known along the frontier as Mad Mil
ton" and handed him warrant.
Milton" he said, "here's warrant
for Mike Dosy. 1t appears that he has
been doing just about as he pleased
lately in town, and none of the ,tticers
there care to risk their lives in a tempt
ing his arrest. The squire gave ne this
warrant yesterday, and l want you to
execute it. Take your prisoner on to
the jai' md lock him up"
cal eight, captain answered Milton,
and he went out to the corral and
saddled his horse.
When he rode up to Dosy's camp
the slayer of twenty-seven men was
busily engaged in the peacefui labor of
"holding off F." young calf while his
wife MIXED the mother COW.
"Dosy," began Milton, refining up
beside the bad man, I've got warrant
for you"
"Wh-a-tw was Mixes astonished
ejaculation, and he swelled up like
turkey gobbler, and tried to looH bad.
ave got warrant for you,"r L, ,eated
the ranger, and I'm going to take you
to jail!'
"Me" cried Dosy. "Me, take me ter
Jail? Well, I reckon not!
He dropped the calf-rope and laid his
hand on his six-shooter
"Ye'll hev' me ter kill fust!' he bel
lowed, and pulled the weapon from the
Scabbard.
Before he could raise the pistol to
shoot, Mad Milton leaped fir I'M his
saddle and bore the bad man to the
ground. He wrenched the 81, shooter
from his grasp, and selling pc tied
the bully hand and foot.
"Look here, Nike" he said, in lis
cool, determined way, "you've boosted
that the whole ranger outfit could not
arrest you, haven't you"
"Yaas," faltered the bad man, "but I
reckon l was drunk when I did it. Let
me up an III go with ye."
"You have been shouting 'em up
lately at the post, and trying to appear
bad, haven't your"
"Yaas; 1 wuz jest havin' a little
fun"
"You have boosted that you had
killed twenty-seven men on the Kansas
border. haven't you?"
"Well mighter sed suthin ter that
pint"
"Now, Mike" continued the scout
"you know that you are not only cow
ard but a liar as well. A boy could ar
rest you. You're not bad, and you
never killed a man in your life unless
you talked aim to DEATH"
d." began Dosy, but Milton
interrupted him.
GU have been SlasuIng around
here under false colorS, and a great
many people are afraid of you. If you
had Quiptly submitted to arrest like q